Boom! Boom! Boom!
The enormous knocking sounds woke the people from their sleep.
Zheng Qing opened his eyes, and although the office was still somewhat dim, the bright colors of the sun were already reflected on the closed curtains. He licked his dry lips, only to find a lingering bitterness reminiscent of a hangover.
It took him a while to realize he was lying in the office of the Dean of the Peripheral College.
After dinner yesterday, it was already late. The owner of Greenhill Mansion repeatedly urged him to stay there. If he were alone, Zheng Qing might have agreed half-heartedly, but with another witch eyeing him nearby, he wisely decided otherwise.
Only after leaving the mansion did the question of where to sleep suddenly become urgent for Zheng Qing.
He was no longer a student, so the dormitory was naturally out of the question.
At this hour, D&K was likely closed.
